Revenge Night

See Clint Howard exact terrible revenge on his brother for being more successfull.

Klaus Kinski Sci-Fi Night

Klaus Kinski, love him or hate him. Or both.

Panther Night

Brian Trenchard-Smith actually said to us, "Expect nothing from the Panther pics..."

For the last few years now, we three kings of all things cheap, nasty and quite often Italian, have been documenting our epic journeys through this favourite genre of ours right here on these very pages.

And my what an adventure it's been: we've met rubbery monsters of all shapes and sizes from this world and beyond, met serial killers who specialize in various gardening tools, been to different visions of our plastic-tubing enhanced post-apocalyptic future and had run-ins with an assortment of chop-socky masters. We've met Chuck Norris, John Saxon twice, Bruce Campbell
many times, ran screaming from an assortment of gut-munching cannibal tribes and high-tailed it from the walking dead on just about every continent across the globe. And along the way we've managed to laugh hard, drink harder and smoke so much that it's been difficult to make out the screen at times admittedly, but we always seem to pull it together enough to take out our empties, clear out the ashtrays and make the last tube home every night. Professionals you see, we take all this stuff very seriously indeed.

Except perhaps when we score the movies we watch at Zombie Club. Thing is, it's not just about how good a film is, it's equally about how much fun a movie is to watch in the right company. Good films are good and bad films are bad, but some of the cheaper efforts turn out to be really inventive for the money they had and some of the badder films are so bad they're just brilliant fun to watch. So it's a bit of a dilemma and we've never really worked it out, but don't worry because, in the grand scheme of things, I doubt it really matters all that much.

Anyway, we'll be continuing our love affair with the cheaper and less well known end of the cinematic spectrum, chronicalling our adventures on a regular basis for all to read, so we hope you'll all tune in regularly. We realise we've got a long way to go, and that there's a lot of trash out there for us to wade through, but don't worry, we're well up for the job.

And if you ever host your own Zombie Club let us know, or even better why not write it up in our forum. We'd love to hear all about it, along with any good Zombie Club ideas you might have for us, as you never know when we might just run out of our own.

This Zombie Club is permanently brought to you by the So Bad It's Good Organisation in Association with a lot of red wine, smokes, and decent transfers.

Oh my goodness, it’s the 80s – the decade that fashion forgot, when the only thing bigger than the hair were the shoulder pads. But some good stuff happened in the 80s, the Slasher movie genre for one blossomed, spawning the ground breaking A Nightmare on Elm Street at what many consider the end of the golden age. We’ve all seen that loads though and we didn’t particularly want to watch the immediate sequel, but after catching Never Sleep Again recently we were all intrigued to revisit the Craven penned (amongst others, including Frank Darabont no less) third in the series. And John Saxon’s in it, he was in Enter The Dragon you know.

And we tried it a little differently this time. Since we’ve all got a bit old in the last almost decade we’ve been doing Zombie Club, we’re finding it harder to get together, so we decided to watch this one from the comfort of our respective sofas, using a popular internet telephone calling application to chat over the proceedings.

So without further ado, at 00:00:01 seconds on the New Line Cinema logo, it’s 3… 2… 1… Play!

Who doesn't love a good vigilante movie? Or a bad one for that matter. The Michael Winner / Charles Bronson partnership sure has a lot to answer for throughout the years, but at least we could sleep better at night safe in the knowledge that there may be a bad ass bringer of justice around every stinking street corner armed with a .45 handgun and a shitload of hate...

And what better way to kick of Vigilant Night than with a movie as aptly titled as Vigilante, which sees Robert Forster join Fred 'The Hammer' Williamson's 'V' Team after his wife and child are murdered by thugs. How can this be any less than brilliant? Second up we see Tom 'The Delicatessen Man' Skerritt taking vigilante hijinks to a new level in Fighting Back, where his actions make him a local hero. Last up is an admittedly altogether weaker contender that could have been so much more, because Rolling Vengeance is vengeance on really big wheels in Hicksville, USA where Ned Beatty heads up a slime ball family of complete dickheads.

This evening's Zombie Club was brought to you by Zomblee in association with the mighty hand of justice. And People's Neighbourhood Patrol body warmers.

It’s always good to welcome an old favourite, so let’s hear it once again for the Master, the maestro (and occasional minstrel) of Italian exploitation, Ruggero Deodato.

We’ve covered other films of Deodato’s wide-ranging oeuvre here before such as the cannibal flick Last Cannibal World, the polizei Live like A Cop, Die Like a Man home invasion chiller House on the Edge of the Park, and the rollicking adventure of Raiders of Atlantis. Tonight’s crop also cover a differing range of genres, first up being the giallo-esque (and quite explicit) The Washing Machine from the early 90s.

Genre-favourite Michael Berryman makes an appearance in the second film of the evening, Deodato’s post Cannibal Holocaust ‘decent-budget’ jungle flick Cut and Run (which had one of the most memorable VHS covers of the late 80s) and tonight’s triple treats are rounded off with a Japanese-cut of his slasher movie, Camping del Terrore from 1987.

So what are we waiting for - let’s go, Deodato…

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Peter O’Brian, known apparently as P’OB to his friends, burst onto the scene in 1986 with The Stabilizer, a Rambo rip-off where he played a character called Peter Goldson, and The Intruder, a Rambo rip-off where he played a character called 'Rambu'. He only made six more movies, culminating in The Time Game in 1998.

Despite a limited portfolio, this New Zealand actor deserves, nay demands, a well-regarded place on the B-Movie roll of fame, thanks largely to these first two films, packed as they are with heaps of Zombie Club goodness. So let’s sit back and take in the New Zealand / Indonesian splendour that is Peter O’Brian in - The Stabilizer and The Intruder…

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